Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tommy Roe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Urselle,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.